I think some, therefore I must be, well, something. True, however, I can’t help but wonder how much of my thinking is simply want, hope and desire. Or dream for that matter. Is life a long series of unconscious déjà vues, one long jamais vu, or one long hopeless presque vu? In fact, if everything that’s “real” to our senses is, as we’re told by physicists and cosmologists, merely tight packets of vibrating energy, what can we know and trust outside of simple belief?

Actually, in ...